Chapter 10As he did most days, Devin began his morning with a cup of coffee and the mail. Leafing through a pile of envelopes, he set the bills in a basket. Friday is for bills. As the calendar suggested it was Tuesday, they could wait. Two invitations, one to dine at the home of friends—a barrister and his wife—who lived in town, the other from Mrs. Murphy, reminding him she would leave the back gate unlocked.
He tossed the invitation into the bin. Margaret Murphy no longer seemed appealing compared to the sweet, womanly scent and luscious warmth of Harriet Fletcher. “You do have it bad, don't you?” he asked himself, wondering how on earth this saucy little slip of a girl could have captured him. She's pretty, though not as pretty as her cousin. And yet, while he admired Fanny's beauty,
